Hell to pay
03-02-2015, 04:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-02-2015, 04:39 PM by Motif I.)
Motif was about as angry as she had ever been, the betrayal and upset had overruled her anger originally, when Rhy had chosen this path, but bringing in her daughter without her permission? That brought this to a whole new level, one where anger was her main feature, and she was sure feeling it now. Every time she thought of Rhy, so boldly mentioning her daughter, it climbed that little bit further, and she had denied herself the release of that anger on Rhy, what that meant of course was that Shaye was about to feel the full wrath of it, unchecked and ready to explode. She hadn't expected her brothers presence, through perhaps if she had been thinking clearly she might have. He moved to her side and nuzzled against her, but she refused to lean into the affection, refused to let go of even a module of her anger when Bass whispered in her ear to take it easy, her teeth snapped together, a muscle in her cheek twitched. She wasn't angry at Bass, no, he had been by her side through all of this and even here and now he was beside her, she was angry at the logic of his words, the reasonable tone of word he spoke them in, the coaxing gentleness it dripped inside her heart to be easy. She refused to be easy, to be calm, she was going to explode, and to hell with everyone, Shaye had gone behind her back on this, and this was about her sister this was about Rhythm, her heart, the heart the other girl had so easily thrown away. She could feel the anger subsiding, and she knew that if she let it go she knew what the anger would turn to – it would turn into tears and more heart break, her anger was all she had about her heart right now and she refused to let it go. She replayed the scene in her head once more, of Rhythm, of her words. "Mo, the only wolf you need to compete for that with is your daughter." she growled softly beneath her breath at her sister, and her eyes found Shaye as the little girl crept closer. She would watch Shaye, with her tail tucked between her legs, her head held high as she faced her angry mother, of her creeping forward until she was at Motif's feet. “Shaye” she said, her voice deadly calm. “Do you know why your in trouble?” Walk "Talk" Think |
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